In the post Multiple Choice Life, I did my best to explain some of my desires for my life and their competing nature. I want to have a family, but I also want to travel. Perhaps those two aren’t as mutually exclusive as I see them now, but I see what I see. If the reality is far removed from my perception of it, my perception still stands.
Regardless of the accuracy of my perception, there are several reasons why I want to travel. Continue reading
I’ve been back in the US for over 8 months as I write this. This is significantly longer than I thought it would be when I came back in December. I thought I’d be heading back to Europe by April or May. The plan eventually became leaving in June. Then it was July. Then August.
‘What happened?’ you may ask. The best answer I can give is that life happened. Continue reading
As of a few days ago, I can return to Europe. A non-EU citizen such as myself can only be in the European Union’s Schengen Zone for 90 out of 180 days. I was there for three months, meaning I must leave for at least three months. Well, that three-month period has now passed. At this moment, I’m in Ohio and have no immediate plans to go back to Europe. I can say, though, that the passing of this date certainly did not go unnoticed. It also brought some fresh observations and questions to mind.
This story is the first of a continuing series about my adventures on the Camino de Santiago. You can read an overview of my time on the Camino here.
There is plenty to look at as one walks the Camino de Santiago. A large part of the beauty of the Camino is its diversity. Forests. Plains. Cities. Mountains. Tiny villages. Vineyards. Sunflower fields.
If you’ve been following up to this point, you probably noticed the change in the name of this blog. It was a difficult decision to change the title because the previous one served me well. SoR.Shelter was, and always will be, the title under which I started blogging. However, I don’t think it encapsulated the scope of this blog well enough.
Thus, I bring you to ‘Pilgrim Shelter.’
Here’s a riddle for you: What do you call a writer who doesn’t write?
I realize that my last post wasn’t exactly the most encouraging or hopeful thing I’ve ever written. What it was, though, was honest. It was difficult to put myself out there as much as I did, but it was also pretty liberating. I wrote what I felt. Continue reading